Art is not cozy and it is not mocked. Art tells the only truth that ultimately matters. It is the light by which human things can be mended. And after art there is, let me assure you all, nothing.

Love can't always do work. Sometimes it just has to look into the darkness.

Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.

There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.

Love is the source of our greatest errors; but when it is even partially refined it is the energy and the passion of the soul in its search for Good, the force that joins us to Good and joins us to the world through Good. Its existence is the unmistakable sign that we are spiritual creatures, attracted by excellence and made for the Good. It is a reflection of the warmth and light of the sun.

for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.

The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life's most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.